The eight villains who wanted to abuse me all fell in love with me

But Xie Wuya continued to babble: "Husband, your farm is built with some rotten wood. It's too ugly, it hurts my taste, and it doesn't have the style of our family before. I deliberately chased the unfilial son in the yard. Drive him to dismantle it."

Zhang Xinghe: "..."

It turned out that the one who ordered Erha to demolish the house was actually Xie Wuya who just weakly clutched his stomach and complained of pain! !

This was unexpected.

Zhang Xinghe looked around and saw his yard with many walls collapsed, his collapsed bedroom, and the collapsed firewood room, small kitchen...the ruins and broken tiles, a piece of ruins, raised The smoke and dust hadn't completely drifted down yet, looking at the gray mist, his originally fresh little courtyard became not so fresh.

Only the wing on Li Qiankun's side was still standing intact.

Looks like he's going to sleep there tonight.

What reassures Zhang Xinghe is that the sweet potato field in the yard, which has been neatly planted with small seedlings, is also intact.

Forget it, it's his savior who chased Erha to demolish his house, and that Erha also madly wanted to sell himself to pay off his debts.

Forget it, he won't live long under the hands of the eight villains anyway, he can spend his money as he likes, just spend some money to rebuild the house.

Zhang Xinghe has already thought about how to build a house in his mind.

As an excellent tribal leader, Master Shen Nong, it is no problem to build the house he likes!

The swimming pool with running water and ice springs, the cool room with rain storage curtains, must-haves for cooling down in summer, great!

It is not expensive to build a house in the countryside, and there are good farmers and brothers all around. You can call in a string of construction teams with just a shout. I believe that he will be able to rebuild his favorite and cool house soon!

Zhang Xinghe was thinking this way, but Xie Wuya saw that his eyes were still on the collapsed house, and thought that Zhang Xinghe felt sorry for the collapsed house and the money used to rebuild it.

Xie Wuya continued to babble to comfort him: "No matter how poor you are, you don't have to worry about money. The compensation is half of the compensation. He sells his body to pay off the debt, and I will also give you gold. I will give you a splendid home, which is bigger than our previous house. Even more beautiful."

When Zhang Zhanyue heard this, at first he thought that the bad swordsman who punched him in the face would also sell himself, but after hearing that the bad swordsman who punched him in the face would pay him in gold, and he would pay a lot of money if he bleeds, Zhang Zhanyue was actually a little happy!

However, Zhang Zhanyue faintly felt that something was wrong.

He even publicly said that he was going to sell himself, why did the swordsman who punched him in the face remain indifferent!

Shouldn't you be very angry?Zhang Xinghe accepted his prostitution instead of the swordsman.

Zhang Zhanyue moved his swollen head over to see what Li Qiankun was writing.

The handwriting is handsome and clear, and the content is up to standard, which is what Zhang Zhanyue thought, because he damaged a lot of houses, so he sold himself to Zhang Xinghe to pay off the debt——

Yes, selling one's body was clearly written on it, Zhang Zhanyue was quite satisfied after reading it, and nodded again and again!He even glanced at Li Qiankun approvingly.

Mr. Li who threatened him to castrate Zhang Xinghe actually did something this time.

However, Zhang Zhanyue still secretly felt something strange.

Mr. Li actually knows how to do personnel affairs?

No matter what, Zhang Zhanyue hastily pressed his fingerprints, and handed the contract of sale written by Li Qiankun to Zhang Xinghe.

On the other hand, Zhang Xinghe accepted Zhang Zhanyue's contract of selling himself, and he was not very satisfied when he heard that Xie Wuya wanted to pay gold.

Zhang Xinghe waved his hand and said, "No, thank you, but you are my savior, and it is for me to teach the unfilial son a lesson. I really don't need you to pay."

Zhang Zhanyue was a little happy when he heard that.

That is to say, Zhang Xinghe doesn't want others to promise each other with his body, as long as he promises with his body!

Hey, happy!

Li Qiankun looked at the smiling Zhang Zhanyue speechlessly, and it was really hard to understand why Zhang Zhanyue was so happy after selling himself.

It's so hard to understand.

Li Qiankun was even wondering, how did Zhang Zhanyue defeat Ming before Zhang Zhanyue lost his memory?

Xie Wuya's delicate eyebrows were lightly frowned, and he said, "I want to dig out gold and build you a magnificent big house. If you are so poor and don't need me, how can you afford to build a big house? How can you buy it?" How can you afford the potted plants that we used to decorate—”

The more Zhang Xinghe heard it, the less he liked it. He sighed and refused: "Thank you for your kindness, but this is my room. I don't like to put decorations or gold lacquer wood carvings. I like a simple and elegant room."

Xie Wuya: "..."

Xie Wuya became depressed, and the distance between Meishan and Dai was stained with a hazy melancholy.

He whispered: "You used to like it very much."

Zhang Xinghe thought of the original body's coquettish clothes, and couldn't compliment the original body's aesthetics.

Although Xie Wuya's depressive expression is pitiful, Zhang Xinghe still has to say: "I've changed, I don't like it now, how to build my house, how it's finished, what furniture to put, I have the final say."

After all, no matter what, he is not the original body anymore.

Living according to other people's aesthetics, even if the house you live in cannot be designed in the direction you like, it is meaningless.

When Xie Wuya heard what Zhang Xinghe said, he froze instantly.

His already pale little face suddenly became paler and bloodless.

After being silent for a long time, Xie Wuya's eyes were filled with tears of blood. His tearful eyes were full of deep sorrow, and he lost his voice: "You said, your house is not our house?!"

Really shed tears of blood.

The blood red mixed with tears trickled down from the corners of his eyes, slowly slid across his fair side face, and dripped onto his silk clothes, dripping drop by drop, dyeing an astonishing blood color.

Xie Wuya's pale face had cracks and bloodstains oozing out.

It was as if countless wind blades slashed his face, disfiguring him.

Xie Wuya bled suddenly, let alone Zhang Xinghe, even Zhang Zhanyue was shocked.Zhang Zhanyue immediately pulled the collars of Li Qiankun and Zhang Xinghe, led them back in shock, and quickly denied: "Why did it suddenly crack, I didn't do it!"

Zhang Xinghe knew why.

Xie Wuya only joined the Demon Sect three years ago, and what he practiced was the instant Demon Sect Kungfu, which caused great damage to his body.

What is described in the book is more than that.

In order to get revenge, Xie Wuya did not hesitate to secretly practice the supreme secret book of the Demon Cult—the blood-drinking knife skill.

The blood-drinking knife skill is a skill of inner strength, not a kind of knife technique.

In other exercises, when the internal force flows and circulates in the meridians, it will warm and nourish the meridians, and practice exercises to maintain health.

But the internal force of Blood Drinking Knife is not.

In blood-drinking knife skill, the inner strength is like a knife, and the knife drinks blood.

When the blood-drinking knife skill is circulating, the flowing internal force is like pieces of blades, chopping repeatedly and tearing the meridians and bones of the whole body, causing unbearable pain.It seems that there are countless mixing and cutting machines installed in the body, and it seems that there are thousands of sharp teeth, gnawing at every inch of meridians, organs, and even skin.

After practicing the exercises, the practitioners' meridians will be cut off, the brainstem, organs, skin, etc. will bleed, and there will be burning pain inside and outside the whole body.

In this cycle of life and death and repeated bleeding, every time the skill level is deepened, the inner strength will be cut more painfully.

Those who are not tough in heart and able to endure severe pain cannot practice it.

How many members of the Devil's Cult secretly practiced for quick success, but in the end they couldn't bear the severe pain, and their meridians were shattered alive on the first floor, and they died of pain.

But Xie Wuya, in order to get revenge, forcibly carried down a full eighteen floors before he practiced magic skills.

The internal force of the Blood Drinking Knife is so domineering in the body, and it will be even more domineering after using the internal force, killing with one blow.

Xie Wuya suddenly shed tears of blood, Zhang Xinghe knew that Xie Wuya's mood was unstable, and he couldn't suppress his blood-drinking knife skill for a while.

But Zhang Xinghe knew that the bleeding was the reason for his skills, but he didn't expect that Xie Wuya's mood was unstable after he just said a word, and he couldn't suppress his skills?

Zhang Xinghe tentatively said: "Benefactor, don't cry, you have gold, you can build your favorite house yourself?"

Xie Wuya was still crying uncontrollably, the uncontrollable saber energy was still raging on his body, there were more and more cracks on his face, the delicate face was shattered, even the voice of speaking became broken, Crying out of breath: "In the past three years, I have practiced qigong and worked hard every day—"

Zhang Xinghe asked Zhang Zhanyue to put him down, stood up, and said softly: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

Xie Wuya wiped away blood and tears with his sleeves, suddenly smiled again, and said, "But I thought, you are so weak and poor, you can't do civil and military skills, you can't do anything, and you are a man with nothing but good looks. It must be very hard for me to leave, I have to cover you, so I can bear it—"

Zhang Xinghe took a deep breath: "...?!!!"

But didn't the book say that it was all for revenge, to reverse the case for the father who was given to death, and to teach the ungrateful original cannon fodder a profound lesson!

Xie Wuya smiled and laughed, blood and tears flowed down continuously, and even had a tendency to burst into tears. The speed of wiping tears with his sleeves couldn't keep up with the speed of his tears, and his pale face was covered with blood, which was very frightening.

Xie Wuya choked and said, "You have been my little husband for 15 years—but, but you have changed—your house is not ours—"

Zhang Xinghe suddenly thought, why, the original body was cannon fodder in the book, why did he die so miserably.

Xie Wuya is suffering from painstaking exercises, he is the original body of cannon fodder, but he is wearing coquettish clothes, having a good time everywhere, looking at some bird people.

Scum, too scum!

No wonder in the book, Xie Wuya bit off his deceitful lips, ate his scumbag fingers, dug out his heart and ate it, then jumped off the cliff with his corpse in his arms, and died laughing while jumping off the cliff .

Eat it in your stomach, and you will be together forever and ever.

Now, this scumbag has become him.

Such abnormal and strong love made Zhang Xinghe, who replaced the original body, surrounded by a deep sense of suffocation and powerlessness.

At this moment, Xie Wuya was crying like a bloody man, even Li Qiankun and Zhang Zhanyue looked at Zhang Xinghe condemningly.

Zhang Zhanyue said cautiously: "I won't sell myself anymore, your husband will pay you back."

Xie Wuya didn't hear it, and blood was seeping from even Xiaoqiao's ears.

Zhang Xinghe sighed, and said softly: "Don't cry, you can come and live in my house."

Xie Wuya raised a pair of tearful eyes to look at him, the deep sorrow still contained tears that were about to overflow, blurring the dark and gloomy pupils.

Zhang Xinghe said: "Your house, you can arrange it however you like."

Not with his gold anyway.

Xie Wuya still wiped away tears.

Zhang Xinghe had no choice but to say again: "In the past three years, you have been practicing hard, so why haven't I improved a little bit? The new house I designed has a lot of new things to play, you can try it out, maybe you will like it Woolen cloth."

Xie Wuya hiccupped and said slowly, "Really?"

Zhang Xinghe walked over, took a random piece of paper, and drew on the paper with the brush that Li Qiankun had just put down:

"For example, I want to build a water storage device on the roof, and add a water wheel next to it to divert water. In this way, when the summer is hot, the water wheel will keep turning to lead the water to the roof, and then follow the surrounding water. With the tiles left, the windows on three sides can be turned into cool water curtains, and you can enjoy the coolness inside without fear of the heat.”

"Also, I'm a man, and it's inconvenient to swim in the river, so here, it's enclosed, a swimming pool in summer, a hot spring in winter, and a small table next to it, and barbecue while soaking in the hot spring, isn't it? It's beautiful."

……

Xie Wuya listened carefully, and slowly stopped crying, attracted by the house Zhang Xinghe described, but said: "Sounds good."

Zhang Xinghe heaved a sigh of relief.

Xie Wuya put down his sleeves and smiled brightly: "You have really changed, and I like you even more."